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Apr 2013
Again once more I feel paralyzed through my bones,
fatigue talks hold and rests me in the stone.
The weakness and delicacy welcomes themselves home,
above me they scream "We have greatly grown!".
Before long, they nestle themselves back into their almighty thrones.
Powerless against these cruel foes,
I buckle down to their gruesome toes.
Erin Drummond
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Erin Drummond
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